Monday, July 19, 2010

As Facebook says, "It's Complicated"

I'm mad. I'm mad and I'm tired. I do not adapt to change well. I am in a love/hate relationship with my new Mac, with Mr. Anderson, with my job, with the house (always the house!), with the thought that I've squandered a beautiful summer day with a giant layer of mad that I've worn around like a polyester leisure suit. I know I should take it off, but I am just not ready to.

I broke up with Kenny on Facebook. That is, I've removed my relationship status. I don't want to be in a relationship today. Maybe not even tomorrow. Hell, maybe all week. You can't put a timeline on a good hard mad. Maybe you should, but I have been unsuccessful joking myself out of it, or even reading my books on being more Zen - fuck Zen. Where has Zen gotten me?

So there it is. Whatever it is you're doing, I hope it's more enjoyable than sitting around in a great big pile of mad, because it truly is a waste of a day. But knowing that isn't going to stop me.

Throw a surprise party - CHECK! Kenny's 40th, Linda's 60th, My moms way back in the day.

Publish a piece of fiction

Have an offshore bank account - tried to do this in Grand Caymen, it's tougher than getting married! Letters of reference, bank statements..they want a lot of stuff to float my 50large around down there.

Swim with dolpins - check

Drink Guinness in an Irish Pub

Drink wine under the Tuscan sun - check

Use a bidet - CHECK! Trip to Italy 2006ish?

Swim in tropical waters - check

See the sun rise and set over the ocean in the same day - CHECK! Florida. We watched the sun set on the one coast, drove across the state, got up in the morning and watched the sun rise of the east coast the next morning.

Go on a safari

Ride in a helicopter - CHECK! During my "married to a policeman" years, friends with the police chopper pilot, took a few spins over the glorious city of Cleveland.

Whitewater rafting - CHECK! Back in my younger/married/unwiser years, rafted in WV, the Gulley River was one of 'em. Lived to tell about it.

Skydive - CHECK! During married/unwiser/braver years. Three times, I did. I was brave, had to do it again, and again to prove it wasn't just hormones, but actual braveness.